In which I share my ramblings with my traveling companions. Musings about the Church, cooking, mothering, movies, teaching and everything else.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Quiet Joy In A Quiet Home

Today I stayed home from my teaching job because our 15-year-old son had been up all night with a stomach bug. I napped. I washed the dishes. I walked our dog. I spent time downstairs talking quietly with our son.

By late afternoon, he was feeling better and headed upstairs. Our 12 year old came home after basketball practice, gobbled some fruit salad from a plastic bowl and went upstairs to read.

Downstairs alone in our family room, I could hear both boys in their separate bedrooms. The older boy was strumming his bass guitar. The little guy was lying on his bunk bed, turning the pages of a book.